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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mass effect: nihlus kryik,
- mcu: natasha romanoff,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- metal gear: liquid snake,
- metal gear: solid snake,
- metal gear: venom snake,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- transformers mtmte: cyclonus,
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: asriel dreemurr,
- undertale: frisk,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( march intro log )
Who: Everyone
When: March 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Ceta
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Ceta
Warnings: Potential sci-fi creature death. Please label your content!
When: March 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Ceta
What: The crew finds themselves on the planet of Ceta
Warnings: Potential sci-fi creature death. Please label your content!
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"Arguments on their nature are refuted by those who return to shore, wide-eyed with tales of their savagery."
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[ River picks her way along the temporaries in clothes that make her a small bright point in the ever present fog of the planet. She ignores the hunters, side stepping them when they pass by or call offers of work from the side of their boats. That isn't what interests her now.
She picks a meandering path along the walkways, her eyes not focused ahead of her but somewhere down and below the path she's on.
Finally, on the far edge of one of the paths, she stops. Toes to the very edge as she bends over to stare into the deep fog. Dangerously close to the edge, really. ]
Hello?
[ For a moment there's nothing, just the creak of the temporaries and the sigh of the wind. But that changes in an instant when there's a sudden jolt to the structure that sends River off her feet. It's only by luck that she grips the rail as she watches an adolescent whale fly up and back out into the mists. As all this happens, River starts to laugh. It's a sound full of delight with nothing to acknowledge how close she came to falling. She looks back at whoever is near and says breathlessly. ]
They're singing.
[ Kipos - Undergarden ]
[ It wasn't ever something she intended to become a habit, going down to the altar full of candles in the undergarden. But somehow, everything week, she ended up stopping to light a series of candles. It wasn't religious. Her relationship to whatever god the Shepherd took his faith from was complicated. Metaphors could only take you so far after all.
All the same, she lights a candle for all the people she carries and repeats their names to herself. Shepherd Book. Wash. Mr Universe. The nameless ones who all laid down. The ones who wouldn't.
Another candle is lit for Serenity. For the crew she hasn't seen in three months. There's a hole in her chest where she misses them. Even Jayne. The 'verse is big and black and she feels small. But at least when she lights the candles she can prove that it hasn't taken them away from her. ]
I haven't forgotten. I won't. Not yet.
[ Wildcard ]
[ Feel free to hit River up anywhere on the ship! ]
Temporaries
You okay?
[He has to ask, though he's looking out to where the creature had disappeared instead of at her.]
Singing, huh?
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They're happy so they sing, loud and silent. They don't know that someone wants to hurt them.
They don't deserve it.
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[He says and then winces, because duh. Obviously.]
I don't think most animals do. You know, before they get sent off to the factories. They're more innocent than that. Sucks, right? When you think about what really happens.
You might not want to swing by the museum, if this bothers you.
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[ She's pretty sure they wouldn't like it if someone came along and decided their ears were valuable to someone else, but no one ever liked that argument.
River rises up finally as the last strains of music fade into the mist and looks over at Peter. ]
I'm River.
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[He says it quietly, feeling a little bad for the girl that she feels so strongly. He really hopes she takes his advice and avoids the museum.
When she mentions her name, his frown flips to a smile. So this was the girl Wanda claimed to love so much.]
River? Well, well. I was wondering when I'd get to run into you. Wanda's very fond of you, you know.
[He holds out a hand.]
I'm her brother, Peter.
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You're special, like she is?
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Ceta
She watches River with concern, ready to catch her if she needs to...and then there's the whale.
Wanda can't help it. She ought to know better than to brush against a strange creature's mind, especially after what happened with Ploiatos, but after all of the assurances that they were harmless...
The whale is hard to read beyond the surface song, but it's beautiful. For a moment Wanda feels like the entire world must be deaf not to hear it, to want to hurt this creature, but River's laughter brings her back.]
It's...different. But I like it.
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They aren't singing for us. It's for them.
[ She leans over the bar again, ignoring the pounding of her heart to try and see if any other whales are near. She trusts Wanda to grab her if it looks like she might fall. ]
I can't hear them anymore, I want to know if they sound different.
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Maybe they'll come back.
[There's not a tour boat, unfortunately, not unless they stole one and repurposed it. Wanda's not sure enough of her flying abilities to actually go out there, much less try to take someone with her.]
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[ Her gaze tracks back to the hunting boats in the distance. They still reek of the memory of violence and she could feel their greed when she passed them by following the whale's song. ]
But they shouldn't. Not for a long time.
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[It doesn't matter where they go, Wanda thinks. Maybe there are things living on the planet's surface, but surely nothing that can actually hurt them. They probably had no concept of fear until the hunters came.
Wanda thinks of other things - dragging an empty museum off the cliff, systematically disabling all of the boats - but it's just empty fantasy. How could it help if more would just come after they leave?]
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It's too profitable for them. They're stubborn and their ears are stopped up.
They need something else to put them off.
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ceta;
He sees River stumble and even though she catches herself, the very motion of it all makes him feel dizzy. He approaches her calmly, quietly, to ensure that she is indeed okay- ready to summon a gust of wind to pick her up and deposit her back if needs be. Until she speaks and his expression turns quizzical, searching.]
They are? [He frowns.] I don't hear it.
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[ It isn't something that can be described with words, the deafening inhuman song she heard ringing in her mind. It carried the heart of the whale in it, the curiosity of the strange thing it nudged. It doesn't know what they're doing there and its form is already fading into the mist. The song fades as it does. ]
Most people go their whole lives with their ears closed, though. It's not your fault.
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She she draws even with Eric, she looks at him with curious eyes. ]
Do you, really?
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That's too bad, you miss so much that way.
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[ But she doesn't back away from the edge just yet, her eyes are glued on the whale vanishing into the distance. Only once it's gone does she look back, and up, at Jasper. ]
They don't interest you?
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... Not really. [Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks back at River, the expression of someone who's curious but can anticipate she's going to be faintly irritated by the answer. She asks anyway.] What's interesting about them?
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Whales don't usually fly. Not above water, anyways. Nothing else like it in the 'verse and they cut them open to use them up. They make themselves blind to wonder.
Folk don't fly so they cut their wings away so they can stop dreaming about it.
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[ She shrugs. ]
Seems rude to do it to something else just because they can't talk back.
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